  &quot;Then why are you giving me the cold attitude?&quot; He asked searching her eyes
  Mitchell opened her mouth but closed it again.
  &quot;Why?&quot; She asked herself.
  Because she had expected him to kiss her, to hold her longer, because he hadn t called the other day nor had he informed her he was coming. Because he was only back just for her final fitting and not because he misses her so much, he couldn t stay another day, because...&quot; She ran the reasons through her head and they all sounded like the excuses a hopelessly in love teenager would give, but she wasn t a teenager. 
  &quot;Mitchell?&quot; He called 
  &quot;I m sorry if you think I have been cold. I guess I was shocked to see you standing there on my doorstep this morning and got a bit angry you didn t tell me you d be arriving.&quot;
  &quot;I just wanted to surprise you. But now I know you don t like surpris

  Michael didn t wait for her to finish the sentence before his mouth descended on her own with a determination and hunger that made her body tremble. Mitchell wound her hand around his neck, and kissed him, slowly and shyly at first.
  &quot;Do it properly,&quot; He demanded against her lips.
  &quot;What?&quot;
  &quot;Kiss me properly,&quot; He repeated.
  &quot;I...&quot; Michael sensed she was going to protest again, letting logic win over her want. The moment her lips parted, his were covering them, devouring them, devouring her, leaving her quivering with passion, draining the resistance out of her body and logic out of her mind. Leaving only desires ricocheting through her. 
  Wild hot flaming desires.
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  &quot;I love you,&quot; Mitchell said before drifting off to a beautiful slumber, with a happy satisfied smile on her flushed face, dreaming sweet dreams of Mi

  &quot;I am... Am I not?&quot; He said tongue-tied. He had been momentarily stunned by the beauty of her in that dress. She was everything the perfect definition of a perfect bride.
  &quot;So?&quot; Mitchell probed.
  &quot;Perfect.&quot; He replied. &quot;Very perfect.&quot; He added. Unable to take his eyes off her. 
  &quot;Perfect. That has to be the word,&quot; Mitchell thought icily
  She returned to the dressing room and some minutes later they were back in the car on their way to the florist shop. 
  An hour later, they left the florist shop and Michael navigated the car towards the direction of his home, he looked towards Mitchell expecting her to ask or say something but she remained quiet. Her exuberance of earlier had left her the moment they left the designer place and she had returned to her conserved self.
  They arrived at his mansion, with Mitchell not uttering a word 

&quot;Then why are you giving me the cold attitude?&quot; He asked searching her eyes
  Mitchell opened her mouth but closed it again.
  &quot;Why?&quot; She asked herself.
  Because she had expected him to kiss her, to hold her longer, because he hadn t called the other day nor had he informed her he was coming. Because he was only back just for her final fitting and not because he misses her so much, he couldn t stay another day, because...&quot; She ran the reasons through her head and they all sounded like the excuses a hopelessly in love teenager would give, but she wasn t a teenager. 
  &quot;Mitchell?&quot; He called 
  &quot;I m sorry if you think I have been cold. I guess I was shocked to see you standing there on my doorstep this morning and got a bit angry you didn t tell me you d be arriving.&quot;
  &quot;I just wanted to surprise you. But now I know you don t like surprises.&quot; He said, apologetically
  &quot;I m sorry,&quot; she said, again noticing the warm no

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